The above photo has nothing to do with any of my gigs in LA but its a pretty funny photo of myself and my old roommate Paparazzi djing as “Los Loboz” for Cinco De Mayo a few years back (which explains the all over print and garishly colored headphones). What reminded me of this is one of the shows I played in LA was for The Electric Friends dudes at the Standard in West Hollywood, where I was booked to play under my christian name, Johnny Love. I got to play 3ball, cumbia, etc (under the umbrella term of dronkey music) to a bunch of drunk white women, which works exceedingly well because as I have discovered, that shit is like dubstep for girls. Put on some kind of latin-y percussion or rhythm and girls start going nuts, its like catnip for vaginas. My record as “Johnny Love” is coming out on T&A next month but 2 of the tracks on the forthcoming EP were featured on the Takeover compilation which you can listen to here:
 
Takeover by T&ARecords
 
Anyone who recently discovered me might be confused by the completely different tracks from Deathface that these are, but, I’m a DJ first and foremost (well, maybe a degenerate first and foremost, but thats neither here nor there) and if you only listen to one style of music you’re cheating yourself. Its like kids that say “i listen to everything but country” when country (pre nashville glam bs) is actually completely fucking awesome. Anyway, LA for 2 weeks was fun, I got to play hardstyle at an actual rave in downtown LA, got to play my favorite party in the country DANCE at the Arena, and didnt take any photos because I got too drunk every goddamn night and ended up throwing up in my friend car after making the mistake of ordering chicken florentine crepes at IHOP (wtf).
 

 
Decided on a whim to drive out to Palm Springs for the sunday T&B pool party at the Ace Hotel where the fucking Naluark followed me again, (I’ve seen that fucking squid 3 times on this trip, whats the deal). Also got to debut my confederate flag shorts at a pool party (previous appearance in Houston prompted a dude to tell my my shorts were offensive) where I got tons of compliments, including from 2 black dudes and I was photographed by Victorias Secret scouts who were there to document what was going to be “in” for next season, so keep an eye out for when the fight for states rights comes to a boutique near you, it will have been all my fault, if only I could find a photo of this shit, oh well, heres a photo of The Captain looking like a goblin in the hot tub for good measure:
 
 
“HOT TUB GOBLIN APPROVES”
 

 
Also if you ever find yourself inebriated past 2am in Los Angeles and feel the desire for some dim sum, go to Won Kok in Chinatown where you’ll be greeted by the man who Drop the Lime stole his haircut from. We all know, when you get that late night craving, Won Kok is all you need.

First stop of the driving out west leg of the tour was in Hattiesburg Mississippi. I learned awhile ago not to underestimate playing in towns I’d never heard of/thought had a “scene” and this was no exception. Party got rammed and kids were really into the tunes, though I think I scared some of em with Fall of Man.
 

 
The venue was also pretty sick, apparently the owners parents own a scrap yard and he gets first picks of all the random cool shit people throw away, like that pillar in the first image that the speakers were sitting on. I also drank some bullshit ass moonshine that I found out after the fact they carry in liquor stores, BORING. Though the next day in New Orleans I had some amazing “Cat Daddy Moonshine” at a restaurant called Cochon, highly recommend.
 

 
Next stop New Orleans, probably my new favorite city in America in terms of how cool the whole city looks. There is seriously no city that I’ve been to in the world that looks like NOLA, makes me wanna move there if their airport didnt suck and it wasnt so fucking humid, CHECK OUT THAT FUCKING CAT BUILDING! The party itself was in a bar called The Saint, which is pretty rad as far as dive bar type joints go, the gig itself was ruined by a crazed 40 something year old fan who kept punching me and slapping me for a. not tweeting back at her b. not replying to her facebook messages c. taking a drink while she was trying to take a photo of me and i can only assume d. not wanting to sleep with her. Remind me to travel with a bodyguard.
 

Also got to talk some shit on WLUT for about an hour before I had to dj, I somehow managed not to curse or say anything too disparaging about anyone.
 

 
Love to the Rhythm Killers for the party!
 

 
The drive from New Orleans to Houston was made infinitely better by the presence of the daquiris we picked up in this sweet ass drive through. I somehow forgot to take photos in Houston, but I got to play in a converted firehouse that my comrade Drop the Lime recommended I try to play in. Party was pretty rad except for the fact that one of the opening djs played BLOODRAVE, seriously, locals/openers learn how to warm up a room, playing every banger in your crate, ESPECIALLY THE TRACK THAT THE GUY HEADLINING THE PARTY MADE, is a really fucking bad look, youre not impressing people, and promoters, QUIT BOOKING THESE PEOPLE TO OPEN. The sign of a great dj was exhibited by my old houston friend Damon Allen who played a sick techno set right before I had to go on. Also some killer djs playing some great Italo disco cuts out on the back area made me glad that people still give a shit about other music, so big ups to the Ceeplusknives crew in Houston for repping shit hard.
 

 
We drove the next 2 days from Houston to LA and the Naluark followed us, fucking prick, LEAVE ME ALONE!